I might be wrong, but I don’t think any of you expected the title of my first post since I moved to .org-world to be “the Skinny Jeans”. Jeans have never, never been my thing – I prefer skirts and dresses that enhance my hourglass silhouette, and jeans have always just made me feel… wrong. You know, if they fit over the hips and thighs, they are way too big around the waist. Or the fabric is so stiff and hard you simply can’t sit down without thinking of the movie Free Willy (“let me out!”). Also, I’ve never considered myself a jeans-and-top-girl (I blame my inner exhibitionist who always wants/needs to stand out).
Still, since about January I’ve been forcing myself to try new things, fashion-wise, and when Ann-Iren and I went to Gina Tricot a few weeks ago, I couldn’t help but remember that the only pair of jeans I’ve ever owned and liked came from that shop. It’s quite surprising, as the clothes from Gina Tricot usually look odd on an hourglass like me, but somehow those jeans popped into my mind. I walked over to the jeans-department, trying to look like I felt perfectly at home, and looked at a pair. They were called Silvia, and were described as “skinny jeans”, with a somewhat higher waist and in a very dark blue shade. I almost left them hanging (pardon the pun!), but decided it was worth a shot.
In the dressing room, I got to that dreaded okay-these-won’t-even-go-over-my-calves-point, where I usually decide that all efforts are futile and I will end up looking like Willy no matter what I do. Then I realized that the fabric was veeery stretchy, and pulled them up all the way just out of pure spite. And, strangely, it didn’t look that bad. Sure, it felt strange to suddenly have my legs completely surrounded in fabric, but neither was it supremely uncomfortable nor did it look too bad. I hopped into Ann-Iren’s changing stall, and she confirmed my suspicions: the jeans actually looked good on me. The more I looked, the better, actually. The waist of the jeans sat perfectly around my own waist (trust me, this never happens), and as it was a bit too long, the fabric gathered around my ancles, thus preventing sausage-legs.
Long story short: I bought them (they were only 199,- NOK, to add to the perfection). I’ve worn them countless times, and I always feel great in them. Now, I’m not saying I’ll convert to pants full-time, but it feels good to know they’re there whenever I feel a bit… risky. Not all change is bad – like moving from WordPress.com to WordPress.org, for instance. Although my conversion turned out to be ridiculously complicated (because of a bad theme and some problems with my old files), I don’t regret it for a second. The design isn’t finished, by the way, I just couldn’t not blog anymore or I would go insane.
I hope you’re still here, darlings?
